"Hi.""Hi.""How old are you?""Five.""You have a pretty pink ribbon.""Thanks. Who are you?""I'm your great uncle.""Oh.""Do you know what this is all about?""What?""This, this here. Do you know what it's all about?""Why don't you ask her?""Who?""Her. That lady in the box.""I'm not sure she can hear me.""Yes she can. She talks to me.""She talks to you? When?""This morning. Go on, ask her.""Hello, can you hear me?""Sure I can.""I was told to ask you what this is all about.""I've told you several times, weren't you listening?""I guess not.""Why don't you ask Ida?""Ida?""My mother-in-law. She told me.""Can she hear me too?""Sure she can. She always could. You just never talked to her.""Hello, Ida.""Hello.""You may not know who I am, but ...""I know who you are. I know what you're asking. I'm not use to talking to people of your time. It would be complicated and hard for me to explain. My mother-in-law told me. Why don't you ask Alice.""Hello, Alice.""Hello. I know who you are and I know what you're asking. I told my daughter-in-law, she told her's, and she told you ... or at least showed you. Weren't you listening or watching?""I guess not. Please don't tell me to ask your mother-in-law; I don't know who that is. I think it's a simple question: what is this all about?""It's simple. She's standing right next to you, with a pretty pink ribbon in her hair."